Dancing Tides (150 page)

“T
o a
l
ea
t
h
er
b
a
c
k s
w
imming
ar
ound in the
w
a
t
e
r
, pl
a
stic
b
a
g
s look just like
j
e
l
l
y
f
ish.
T
h
e
y
lo
v
e
j
e
l
l
y
f
ish.
B
ut
t
h
e
y
c
h
e
w
on t
h
e
b
a
g
s, i
n
g
e
st th
e
m, it
c
l
o
g
s the
int
e
stin
e
.
T
h
e
y
c
a
n
’
t p
a
ss the
pl
a
sti
c
.
T
h
e
y
di
e
. Pl
a
stic
isn
’
t biod
e
g
ra
d
a
bl
e
.
O
n
c
e
it
’
s in the
o
c
e
a
n, on the
b
eac
h, it
’
s th
er
e
f
o
r
e
v
e
r
until
w
e
pi
c
k it up,
g
e
t it out of
the
w
a
t
e
r
or
the
n
e
sting
pl
a
ce
s
f
or
g
ood.”

“
I
n
e
v
e
r
tho
u
g
ht of
pl
a
stic
one
w
a
y
o
r
the
oth
er
.
”
B
ut he
w
a
s b
e
g
inning
to
think th
er
e
wa
s a
g
rea
t
d
ea
l he
h
a
dn
’
t
c
o
nsid
ere
d
a
bout the
d
a
n
g
e
r
s pos
e
d to
w
ildli
fe
, both on l
a
nd
a
nd
a
t s
ea
.
“
So h
e’
s s
w
imming
a
r
o
u
nd,
a
nd he
nibbl
e
s on pl
a
sti
c
.
W
h
er
e
do
y
ou supp
o
se
he
wa
s
h
ea
d
e
d
?
”

Ke
e
g
a
n took out h
e
r
bino
c
ul
ar
s, s
ca
n
n
e
d the
w
a
t
e
r
f
or
a
n
y
s
i
g
n of
Cl
a
n
c
e’
s
l
a
un
c
h.
“T
h
e
y
cr
oss the
P
ac
i
f
ic
to
f
ee
d
i
n Mo
n
t
er
e
y
B
a
y
w
h
er
e
t
h
e
j
e
l
l
y
f
ish
ar
e
a
bund
a
nt.”

“
W
o
w
. R
ea
l
l
y
?
T
h
a
t is so
c
ool.”

She
g
r
in
n
e
d
a
t the
c
om
m
en
t.
H
e
wa
s like
a
t
e
n
-
y
e
a
r
-
old,
fa
s
c
i
n
a
t
e
d
w
ith l
e
ar
ning
m
o
re
.
A
nd it
war
m
e
d h
e
r
h
e
a
r
t. Sh
e’
d b
ee
n
a
r
ound pl
e
n
t
y
of
g
u
y
s
w
ho
c
ould
’
ve
c
are
d l
e
ss
a
bout o
n
e little
s
e
a
tu
r
tl
e
.
B
ut, h
e
r
e
wa
s Co
r
d s
ee
mi
n
g
to l
a
p
up
e
v
e
r
y
little
tidbit.
“
I
’
v
e
g
ot Cl
a
n
c
e’
s l
a
u
n
c
h in si
g
ht.
T
h
e
y
’
r
e
r
o
w
i
n
g ov
er
, inst
ea
d of
usi
n
g
the
moto
r
.”

“N
o s
c
a
r
ing
t
h
e
f
ish.”

“T
h
a
t
’
s the
id
e
a
.”

“Are
n
’
t
y
ou up
s
e
t th
a
t the
tu
r
tle
e
nd
e
d up in a
n
e
t
fr
om a
f
ishi
n
g
bo
a
t
?
”
T
o him, she s
ee
m
e
d
r
e
m
ar
k
a
b
l
y
ca
lm
ab
out the
w
hole
o
r
d
e
a
l.

“
W
e
ll,
a
s long
a
s th
e
re’
s
a
m
ar
k
e
t
f
o
r
f
ish,
a
nd th
e
r
e
is, Cl
a
n
c
e
H
opkins h
a
s
e
v
e
r
y
r
i
g
ht to m
a
ke
his living
on the
w
a
t
er
,
f
ishi
n
g
f
or
s
w
o
r
d
f
i
s
h or
w
hite
f
in, sh
r
imp,
y
o
u n
a
me
it.
I
n
f
a
c
t, Cl
a
n
c
e
is one
of
the
g
ood
g
u
y
s.
I
know
so
m
e
f
ish
e
r
m
e
n,
w
ho
w
ould
’
ve
just
toss
e
d the
tu
r
tle
aw
a
y
, l
e
t him di
e
, or
just
kill
e
d it out
r
i
g
ht
w
h
e
n th
e
y
g
ot the
tu
r
tle
onb
o
ar
d,
but not Cl
a
n
ce
.”